I sleep with my bed on the ground,
like the Japanese men.
I drown in the floorboards
again and again.
Dreams of dragons and kami,
embodied forms of yin.
They feed on my bones.
They feed on my skin.

this rush of killer emotion
came right after I thought I was done
done caring about you and everything
I thought I could finally stop loving you
and living in the moment you tore me apart
but how wrong was I
all I want to do is run to your arms
and cry out every tear I have in my body
I cry alone every night
not just because of you
also because I'm alone
because I'm so hurt
and because I cant do anything about it
like everything in the world is out to hurt me
and its doing a great job
to have you wipe that emotion away
and to wipe away the tears from my face
for you to kiss the tip of my nose
it would help fix everything
from the depression, hate, and sadness
to the feelings I have about myself
and you
I need to know its okay for me to
be in love
so young
and with someone who tore my heart out of my body
with someone who seems to have never wanted me around
and a world that is trying to get rid of me
and I'm told to wait
but waiting is killing me
over and over you tell me of this amazing person you see in me
but if you really saw that person you always tell me about
the kind of person you want to be with and have around
than how come when you had that person
you tore her to the ground
how am I going to believe that
if the person telling this
seems to not believe it at all
what do I do now
just
what do I do.

The water calls to her
like a sailor to the sea
The water calls to her like a seal who swims free

The waves crash upon her
and she releases all her worries and fears
to the deep blue sea

As she pushes on the ocean floor
She rises above and looks at the starlit sky
Smiling and breathing in the salty air
Bowing her head to the full moon

Laughing, knowing she is not alone
Splashing and playing like a child
Hearing soft whispers
Telling her she is a Goddess of the Sea

She sinks deeper, letting the water cleanse her
For her soul was made of sea foam
Here her heart will always lie
Knowing she was born a mermaid long ago

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.